...— As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Kunning over the club -moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood...senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. LXXIV— INVENTIVE GENIUS AND LABOR. IN some respects, our mental education resembles the system pursued...

...firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Above me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and deity ; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river,...senses stole, I yielded myself to the perfect whole. DIRGE. KNOWS he who tills this lonely field, To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield...

...noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar. Then I said, " I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's...senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RW EMRRSON. MORNING AND EVENING. MORNING. " His compassions fail not. They are new every morning."...

...club-moss burrs; I iuhaled the violet's breath ; Around me stood the oaks and firs ; Pine-cones and aconis lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky,...yielded myself to the perfect whole. THE PROBLEM. I ii i; ra church, I like a cowl, 1 love a prophet of the soul. And on my heart monastic aisles Fall...

...lover watched his graceful maid, As mid the virgin train she strayed, Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she...senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. RETIREMENT. INSCRIPTION IN A HERMITAGE. BENEATH this stony roof reclined, I soothe...

...covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth." — As 1 spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its...senses stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RALPH W. EMERSON. QUA CURSUM VENTUS. 249 Qua Cur sum Ventus AS ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With...

...A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, "I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat ; 1 leave it behind with the games of youth."— As I...senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. RETIREMENT. INSCRIPTION IN A HKRMITACE. BENEATH this stony roof reclined, I soothe...

...covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat ; I leave it behind with the games of j-outh." — As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled...senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. R. VV. EMERSON. MORNING AND EVENING. MORNING. " His compassions fail not. They are new every morning."...

...violet's breath ; Around mo stood the oaks and tirs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground.Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity...senses stole — I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RALPH WALDO I THE LOST CHURCH. IN yonder dim and pathless wood Strange sounds are beard at twilight...

...firs ; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the grountf ; Above me soared the eternal sk}^ Full of light and deity ; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river,...senses stole, I yielded myself to the perfect whole, . DIRGE. KNOWS he who tills this lonely ield, To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres...